Bounce

In a dreamland

Of fairytales

There’s a little boy

That doesn’t talk too much;

Who is lost a lot

And knows it not.

Wonders he sometimes,

“It’s funny how

Every time

I ask for apples

Life gives me lemons-

too sour for my taste

So I learn how to make myself

a lemonade!

Not every time

It is so kind

Or so clear

because when I picture

roses

Life throws cacti at me

And when I am all worn out

Pierced all over by merciless spikes

It offers me a cotton candy!

So what if I wanna jump on a trampoline?

A rollercoaster is all what’s available

And when I wanna bungee jump

life throws me out of a plane instead

As I learn how to sky-dive

whether or not- I am game for it.

Can I ever be ready?

Change and challenge

often come unannounced

All I can do is prep myself

For another

misadventure.

I guess,

what I need

is not always

what I want.

or maybe this is what I truly want

-the thrill, hopefully

sans a heart ache.

Turns out life

likes a few laughs!

And I must be its favourite

guinea pig

to cuddle and catapult

Only to catch me

if I fall.”